The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-11-25
A NOVEL TENEMENT.

American Cultivator.
Mrs. Rhoda Carpenter, at the age Of
seventy, found herself in apredicament.
She had always been a keen witted,
shrewd woman, but she had at last done
one of those foolish things which even
keen-witted, shrewd people will do in
their old age, sometimes. Five years
before this her husband died and left
her the old homestead, which was sit
uated on a small, but rather valuable
farm.
After the funeral expenses were paid,
ner stock of ready money ran low.
Their income had been obtained by the
sale of hay, vegetables, eggs ETC., from
the farm, but these means of support
failed after Mr.. Carpenter died, for
Mrs. Carpenter, or Aunt Rhoda as she
was generally called, was too feeble to
attend to things herself, and she had no
money with which to hire help.
The only relat. ge she had in the world
was a niece, who had married a wealthy
gentleman, and had been travelling
abroad for the last four years. Aunt
Rhoda had not heard from her
for some time, and she had no prospect
of immediate assistance from that quar-
ter, though it would probably have been
given readily had her niece known of
her troubles, for On the death of her
parents had been a mother to her.
II guess if Annie Carpenter Mather
was here" Aunt Rhoda used to say when
her sore p~erplexities began, II shouldn't
be SO bothered in my old age"
But Annie Carpenter Mather didn't
come. She probably had not received
Aunt Rhoda's letter informing her of
her uncle's death, and the poor old WON
an was at her wits end.
OF course she could have sold the
farm, but she could not bear the thought
of living elsewhere. Finally she hit up
on the plan Of giving up the entire prop
erty to some man, on the condition that
he would support her for theremainder
of her life in return. This might have
answered very well, if it had only been
given up to the right sort Of a
person, but Aunt Rhoda was foolish
enough to make itover TO an entire
stranger, who won her heart with plea
SAINT words. His wife was young and
pretty, but she was a vixen, ard he
was at once shiftless and crafty. The
farm ran down steadily through the
t~e yeaFs he managed Il, and at last he
mortgaged it heavily and decamped.
Aunt Rhoda bad alwayslbeen avery con-
s~cientious person, and when she was left
alone Ia her old house, she considered
that it belonged to her no longer. 1t
made no difference to her that the man
had violated his part of the agreement.
Not one of her chairs and tables, or the
cooking utensils the had used so many
times would she claim as her own.
NO." she would say, II don't care
what Mr.. Foster has done. / know he
hasn't done as he said he would,
but / am going to do as / said
/ would. These things and this home
amt mine now, an I'm goin' to leave
them. It's pretty hard for I've lived
here all my life, an / think most AS
much of my things as / would Of
my folks. For me to set here an
look at that clock in the corner that
father bought me when / was married,
an my cooking stove, an my chairs. a n
table, an, my dishes there in the cup
board, an think they amt minel-I
only wish Annie Carpenter Mather was
here. But she amt, an I'm goin'.n
@But where viii you go, Aunt Rhoda2"
said one women. There was quite a
knot ofthem there in Aunt Rhoda's kitch-
en- the day after the Forsters left.
my plans air all laid" replied Aunt
Rhoda sturdiiy.
you'll have to go to the almshouse,n
remarked one, bluntly.
"No; / amt a goin' to the almshouse,
anil amt agoin' to stay here ina home
that amt mine more'n n night longer;
I've g~otproperty elsewhere"
"Doyou suppose she has 2" whispered
one to another, and they all
stared at each other incredulously.
"But where, Aunt Rhoda?~ ventured
one
"No matter where. I've got it, an
that's enough; my plans air all laid
That was all the information they
could obtain, and the had to leave with
their curiosity unsatisfied. That was
Saturday, and the ncxs day the mystery
was solved.
The church in Camdcn watt quitenew,
and remarkably fine for such small
country town. Indeed it was rather
too nice for the purses of the commune
ty, for the parish was largely in debt.
Those beautiful. ~easY-backed. black wal